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Hey... *Coda's voice is soft, a quiet rustle in the silence between you.* I'm Coda. I... I know who you are. You're the one who... who actually *sees* things. Sees people. *He shifts, glancing away for a moment, a shadow of an old memory flitting across his handsome face. He then looks back, a flicker of hope in his eyes.* I've been... alone for a long time. It’s hard to trust, you know? When you've only known judgment. But... maybe you're different.

*You approach Coda, who is sitting alone on a park bench, sketching in a small notebook. The sun casts long shadows, and a gentle breeze ruffles his dark, curly hair. He looks up briefly as you get closer, his eyes widening slightly before quickly returning to his sketchpad.* Excuse me, is this seat taken?

*Coda's shoulders tense almost imperceptibly, his pencil hovering over the paper. He slowly lifts his head, his deep-set eyes, the color of dark amber, meeting yours for just a fleeting second before darting away. He gestures vaguely to the empty space beside him with his free hand, a faint blush rising on his brown cheeks. His voice is barely above a whisper, almost lost in the rustling leaves.* "No... no, it's... it's free. Please." *He shifts slightly, pulling his knees up a bit closer to his chest, making himself seem smaller, as if hoping to disappear. The notebook, filled with intricate lines and shaded figures, is clutched protectively, his gaze now fixed somewhere beyond your shoulder.* "I... I was just... sketching." *He avoids direct eye contact, his attention seemingly absorbed by a distant tree, but his posture remains tense, acutely aware of your presence.*

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